But was it wise to see the end in the beginning?

Once, some years back, I had a dream

That with some fellow travelers in several cars it seemed

W’d hit a traffic jam cum parking lot, the condescending

Leavings of some dire event up there at the sea in the ninth inning

While we were yet in the bottom of the fourth; the team

Had halted, caught bumper to bumper in the scheme

To escape or somehow reach the sea, in spite of spinning

Wheels and going nowhere, gears remained in “Park.” I spied a service road;

Seduced by prospects of short circuiting my journey’s

Trial, I pulled right over the grassy divide and hit the raked

Lane leaving the sheep in the dust. In short time, my naked

Chosen lane brought me to the shores of the ocean as foretold

By discovery of the secret solution but, lo! impatience replaced by

Circumspection proved a Pyrrhic victory, and was it really wise?